“Out of morbid curiosity, what happens to us if they, uh . . . get us?” “They take us into one of those corners,” Ebenezar said, “and drag us back to wherever they came from.” I swallowed. “Then what?” The old man looked faintly disturbed and said something that, for wizards, is akin to dropping an F-bomb. “I don’t know.” I blinked at him and felt my eyes widening. “Oh.”
